Next week I’m going camping. And not the Texas variety of camping where you stay in a cabin and everyone thinks it’s “rustic” because there’s no internet and the TV is smaller than the one you’ve got at home.

No, I’m talking about real camping. Seven days on a desert island. With no snack bar. The kind of camping where you pack in all your food and water, sleep in a tent, and eat dehydrated food out of bags.

The kind of camping where you leave your phone behind because there’s not even a slight chance you’ll have cell service.

These endangered foxes are curious little creatures about the size of a house cat

These endangered foxes are curious little creatures about the size of a house cat.

The kind of camping where you won’t hear the ping of incoming email or the rush of passing cars, but where you might see things like this little island fox I ran into on my last trip out there.

In other words, I’m doing the perfect kind of camping. I’m going off the grid. I can’t wait.

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Posted by Wildman

Husband. Dad. Pastor. I like to capture moments, pull their threads, and see what unravels. Lead well, read well, think well. And grace. Lots of grace.

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  1. […] larger than a kitten, these two curious San Miguel Island fox pups gambled into camp during a recent camping trip out to the rugged and remote San Miguel Island. Growing up far from the influence of people, these baby foxes  don’t know that humans are […]

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